668 Counter-Kill_3 668 Counter-Kill_3 Despite that, the black-clad leader’s gaze was still one of horror.
This time, he clearly saw that without the Formation Flags, without the Array Plate, and even without the Formation media, Spiritual Ink spontaneously writhed on the ground. Following the structure of the Formation Pivot, it formed the Formation.
“No medias to form the formation?”
No…
The black-clad leader furrowed his brow in deep thought, suddenly realizing:
“It’s not about forming a formation without media, but using the ground as the media… to draw the Formation?”
He abruptly looked up, staring hard at Mo Hua, and said incredulously:
“Who on Earth are you?”
“What is your relationship with Earth Sect?”
Mo Hua was startled, then he furrowed his brow.
This man knows a lot…
Who exactly is he?
That he could deduce some causal connections in my movement technique and the Formation from just a few exchanges…
This trafficker cannot be left alive!
And the black-clad leader, likewise, could not let Mo Hua live.
He had been seen by Mo Hua.
Moreover, Mo Hua’s movement technique and the Formation indicated a significant origin and deep causality.
He must be killed early, then ask Mr. Tu to cover the causality to prevent future troubles.
At the same time, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead.
It was the Divine Lord’s eye, urging him.
Urging him to quickly kill this youngster.
Within this urging was even a hint of… fear.
It seemed as if the Divine Eye, through the youngster’s Formation, sensed something indescribable.
“Kill!”
The black-clad leader’s gaze darkened, his Sword Moves became swifter, his Demonic Qi fiercer, forcing Mo Hua to exert his full effort, utilizing the Water Passing Step to manage.
Under such pressing conditions, Mo Hua had no chance to set up a Formation.
Similarly, should Mo Hua be careless, even for a moment, a strike from Sword Qi or corrosion by Demonic Qi could instantly be fatal.
The black-clad leader’s attacks grew increasingly urgent.
Though Mo Hua could still dodge relying on his movement technique, it was evidently becoming more difficult.
Just then, the sinister eye on the forehead of the black-clad leader suddenly flared brightly, emitting a crimson glow that enveloped Mo Hua.
Although Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was unaffected by the sinister eye, the sudden engulfment in the scarlet light inevitably caused a moment of hesitation, and his movements slowed slightly.
This slight delay was seized by the black-clad leader.
With a slash of his sword, the Demonic Qi transformed into a rainbow, shooting straight for Mo Hua.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, pushed his Divine Sense to its limits, and produced a faint afterimage atop his Water Passing Step, speeding up his movements just enough to narrowly dodge the attack of Demonic Qi.
Yet, he lost his balance, stumbled, and with a cry, fell to the ground.
The black-clad leader sneered and slashed another sword down.
This sword, fueled by a massive amount of Demonic Qi, was intended to kill Mo Hua in a single strike, aiming for a permanent solution.
To prevent any Spiritual Artifacts on Mo Hua from protecting him if the sword didn’t kill him outright, needing an additional stroke,
thus, he charged up this strike a bit longer.
Just as he powered up a little longer, when he brought the sword down, the black-clad leader’s pupils suddenly contracted.
He realized Mo Hua was gone!
In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a faint blue shimmer moving behind him.
Behind him, a gathering of flaming aura was solidifying.
The black-clad leader’s heart trembled.
He inexplicably thought of what Mo Hua had said earlier:
“Now let me show you how powerful my Fire Technique is…”
Meteor Fire Forbidden Art?
Could it really be… that Meteor Fire Skill?
Damn…
The black-clad leader, feeling like facing a formidable enemy, terrifiedly concentrated his Demonic Qi into armor around his body. As he quickly turned his head, he saw a Fireball Technique blast onto his face.